The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-08-12

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The perfumed silken lounces rustled
out of the library, the sound of chat
tering voices died away, and still Doc
tor Dale sat, with his pencil in his
hand, staring down at his memOran-
d~um-bOOk. 1t seemed as il theglOOmy
veil which dropped between him and
his future life were lifted. In his heart
he could have blessed the agile Tongues
OF these idle, gOssiping girls.
CilsSy, then, was no mere butterfly,
but a true, noble-hearted working
girl
He carried back the ponderous
medical ONE to the assistant librari
an.
Much obliged" he remarked, sue,
cinctly.
Got through with it pretty quick,
haven't your said the assistant H.
brarian.
"Yes; I've had very good luck this
morning" said Doctor Dale cheerfully.
He went straightway to the cottage
on the outskirts Of the village, where
Clarissa Clarke lived. An apple-cheek.
ed little brother came to the door to
answer the knock.
yes, Clissy's at home" said he.
But she's tixingthe chicken forpapa's
dinner. And then she's got my
trOwsers to mend. CItssy can't come
up stairs"
But Doctor Dale laughingly pushed
his way across the threshold.
I'll come III and wait, said he.
And in FIVE minutes Clissy herself
90 ma IN lnNEiDn oy-a, pra++Iar IS - Wow,
a possible thing, in her calico morning
dress than she had done in the white
satin and pearls on the evening be-
fore.
How he managed to speak out the
dearest wish of his heart, Doctor Dale
eve quite knew. He had prepared a
form OF words on the way, but it
vanished utterly out of his mind when
the eventtul moment came. He could
only remember that she stood there
before him in all her fresh young
beauty, like a human apple-blossOm,
and that he loved her.
But after he had her handin his, one
arm caressingly thrown around her
waist, he told her of the mornings oc-
CurenCe.
"Until then, dearest" he said II
looked upon you as a sort of unat-
tainable luXury-a star to be wor-
SHIPPED afar off only. l knew that 1
vas nothing more than a village doc
tor, with more ambition than practice
Tor the present at least. But now l
feel that | may We tlre to hope. Will
you run the risk OF sharing my scanty
fortunes, Clissy?"
Willingly, Juniusl" she answered,
looking up into hisface with her frank,
blue eyes. "Andt to tell you the truth"
she added, smiling a little shyly, Pm
almost glad'that you are not a rich
man. Because, dear, l shall be so
glad, sc proud, to help you a little IN
my humble way"
So they were married. A few weeks
subsequent to their bridal, Franklin
BARLEY married a rich Southern heir
ess.
cts like Bartley," said DIR. Dale.
HE always looked out for the main
chance"
At the end of five years, however,
Franklin BARLEY came back to hisna-
tive village, a moody and disappoin-
ted man. His money had all been dis
sipated in unwise speculations, his
wife had returned to her friends minus
her fortune.
ga young man married is a young
man married he quoted, gloomily.
Except, perhaps, in Dale's case. He
seems to have grown rich by degrees.
And he is happy, too, even in the OBJ
security of a country physicians life"
Thanks to my helpful little WIFE"
said Dale, with a glance of pride and
tenderness toward Cissy, who sat on
the doorstep with two chubby child
rem playing around her knee. "We
have worked together, Clissy and /,
and our reward has not been with.
held from u.s.